Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Slave,
Faust,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.